Marvel...... It really began.

In the Colosseum, the nobles who had been laughing at each other no longer showed their smiles at this moment, but they all looked at the picture with some surprise.

"No......"

"Those reptiles...... It's going to be the other way around!"

"This familiar situation...... Is our bet so special...... You're leaving us?"

......

A few of the nobles bared their teeth even more, and the familiar feeling came over them, almost knocking them into the mud.

Earl Xiaqiu's eyes narrowed, although there was a longing in her heart that she would not repeat the mistakes of the man back then.

But she really didn't expect that Bu Fang would be able to do this, could this cook ...... To really accomplish a feat that no one has done for countless years?

Maybe...... It's true...... Hopeful, right?

But...... This should have been impossible.

The curse of the Void City is everywhere, and these exiles are stained with the curse of the Cursed Queen.

Unless you use that dark cuisine, you can't be suppressed by the torture and pain of the curse.

How could these people, who had been tortured by the curse for countless years, give up treatment for the sake of their appetites?

So, no chef can win this dark cuisine.

......

Bang bang bang!

One after another, the figures slammed into the wooden cart frantically, causing the wooden cart to creak.

A filthy, scrawny figure grabbed the banished man who had eaten Bufang's bean paste bun.

The power of the curse on this person's arm was suppressed and almost invisible.

All this ...... It's true!

At this moment, everyone was boiling!

In addition to the dark cuisine, it turns out that there is really a delicacy that can stop the curse in their bodies.

How can this not drive them crazy!

As if confirmed, the banishes all raised their heads, staring at Bufang with bright and eager eyes.

"Take your time, one by one. ”

Bu Fang said.

The next moment, he was on top of the wooden cart, raised his arm, and kept flicking his fingers.

One after another, bean paste bags burst out from the wooden cart and turned into streamers and rushed into the crowd.

Roar!

The crowd burst into a rush of scrambling.

These banishes, like crazy, snatched the bean paste buns and couldn't wait to stuff them into their mouths.

One grabs, two grabs......

Stuffed into their mouths.

His eyes were moist.

Let's chirp, chirp......

These people chewed frantically, only to feel a warm current flowing through their bodies, and their flesh seemed to have been purified and baptized......

This feeling is inexplicably beautiful.

In fact, not all exiles chose the step.

After all......

Countless years of habits cannot be changed overnight.

There are probably only more than 100 people who have tried to choose the next step, and most of these more than 100 people are still relatively weak and unable to grab the qualifications to eat dark cuisine.

However, after the more than 100 people ate the bean paste buns, their hearts were crispy, and their whole bodies seemed to melt.

The power of the curse on them is constantly washed away.

Bu Fang took his hands and looked at it very calmly.

All this, in fact, he had expected it a long time ago.

His dishes can restrain the power of curses, which is reflected in Xiao You.

Compared to the curse power on Xiao You's body, the curse power of these people is actually easier to clear.

The man stood on the wooden cart, facing the step.

He's confident because he's about to win.

Although he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, because Bufang actually took a lot of the curse power from his hands......

However, it didn't matter, his curse power had already rushed to thirty-nine zhang, and he was close to fifty zhang......

On the other hand, the step side.

The power of the curse on the wooden cart is only enough to break through ten zhang.

The gap is too big.

A miracle did happen, but it didn't change the outcome.

Well?

Suddenly, the man frowned, and he seemed to notice something unusual.

On the side of Bufang, the cursed man who ate the bean paste bun actually stood up spontaneously and ran towards him.

"Huh...... Is this coming back?"

"Those who should come back will come back after all......"

The man chuckled.

This scene also made many people laugh.

The momentum of the nobles, which had been weakened, surged again for a while.

"That's right, dark cuisine belongs to you!"

"Disgusting food is worthy of you despicable reptiles!hahaha!"

The roar of the nobles seemed to speed up those who were exiled.

The Wanderer, who had run back from the side, rushed into the crowd.

There was a bang, as if it exploded.

The faces of all the nobles froze.

The man's confident smile was also frozen on his face.

Because what happened at this moment was like a heavy hammer that smashed his chest......

It was as if his chest was going to be smashed and collapsed.

The banishes who had come back from the wooden cart had grabbed the banishes in front of the wooden cart and were telling what they were saying.

Then, one by one, two, three, the exiles who had been determined to choose men changed their direction.

One by one, they rushed to the wooden carts in the direction of the step.

The man, who originally had a complete numerical advantage, watched his diners rush towards the wooden cart one by one......

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

The nobles also stopped talking, and they were like frosted eggplants.

"I ......"

A nobleman opened his mouth, and he seemed to have seen the stakes flying.

"It's all right, the cook is too late! Look at the power of the curse!"

Someone roared.

It's like a final struggle.

The power of the curse on the man's side continued to climb, and of course, the speed slowed down a lot.

Now it has rushed to forty-two zhang, this is not the end, and it continues to rise......

And the wooden cart of the step.

After the initial silence.

The next moment, the power of the curse skyrocketed.

Ten zhang, twenty zhang, thirty zhang......

In just an instant, he rushed to thirty zhang and approached the man!

A huge pressure instantly enveloped the man!

"Damn!

The man roared.

His hand shook, and the dark dishes in the black cauldron suddenly churned.

Whoa......

In the porcelain bowls one by one, a lot of dark dishes are floating and falling, falling towards a group of people.

"Eat...... Eat it all your heart!"

"Eat more, contribute more curse power!"

The man shouted frantically, his tone finally revealing a hint of anxiety.

Bufang was not in a hurry, and sat on the wooden cart, swaying his legs.

From time to time, he flicked his hand, and suddenly the bean paste bag burst out.

Below, there are exiles who can't wait to try the bean paste buns.

The power of the curse is constantly washed away.

And the curse power of these people was instead contributed to Bu Fang.

The power of the curse of the concession party, the tide rose to a new high, and finally ...... Broke through the 40 zhang mark!

Rumble!

That moment.

Men are struck by lightning.

The aristocracy was also breathless.

Nima ......

This cook...... Did you hit them in the face?

The power of the man's curse, forty-six zhang.

The power of the curse of the step, forty zhang!

Gap...... Only six zhang remained.

And for every one of the exiles who had eaten food, there were only about two hundred and forty left.

The choice continues.

The rickety old man looked at the light curtain in a daze, as if his heart had been hit by something, this feeling was indescribable.

Back then, he was defeated and had no power to fight back.

And the step that made him hopeless was about to create a miracle!

This......

The rickety old man had mixed feelings for a while, and he stared at the steps in the picture.

The young man was still expressionless, as calm as water.

That face is full of self-confidence, and this self-confidence comes from its own strength......

Tens of thousands of years ago, he was so confident.

Maybe...... He really has a chance to enter the Bingcheng District.

......

Earl Xiaqiu's breathing began to rapid.

Her hand gripping the railing was so hard that the railing suddenly began to shatter, and rubble continued to roll down.

Maybe...... She was really able to meet that person this time?!

For a while, she was actually a little timid, and some deer bumped into each other, this kind of emotion ...... How many years has it not appeared?

The decisive Chaos Saint, Earl Xiaqiu, actually has the mood of a deer colliding with each other?

Xiao Yu looked at it faintly.

Her expression didn't change in the slightest.

The look of shock on the noblewoman's face disappeared, and a ...... emerged It's a smile.

It was a weird smile.

......

The warm bean paste was torn open, and the sticky bean paste was stuffed into the mouth and chewed, making the numb banishes seem to have a lot more anger.

This feeling is hard to describe and very mysterious.

Bu Fang looked at the bottom of the people who ate the bean paste buns, and they were all exiles who cried with joy.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

These people have not given up on treatment......

The corners of Bufang's mouth twitched slightly.

The whole time, Bufang was sitting on the wooden cart, and he didn't turn his head to look at the power of the curse behind him.

He didn't know how powerful the curse was.

He doesn't need to know what he needs...... Just a result.

The man's eyes seemed to be sunken, and the pressure made his voice hoarse.

The dark dishes were frantically distributed, and every serving was full, and he wanted to keep the diners.

Damn it!

When did he actually use means to keep these reptiles......

The power of the Wanderer's curse is dwindling.

The growth of Ayukata's curse power also slowed.

However, the man's curse power grew more slowly.

Forty-eight zhang ......

The man gasped for air as he looked at the power of the curse.

"Go on!

The nobles are also shouting, and the growth of the power of this curse determines their bets!

On the side of the step, there was a faint distribution of bean paste bags.

This may ...... It's the highest level of pretending.

Boom!!!

The man roared.

A punch slammed into the wooden cart.

Dark dishes splash on a wooden cart......

The power of his curse has stagnated at forty-nine zhang, and it is only one zhang short of being able to reach fifty zhang.

And the power of the curse on Bu Fang's side has reached ......

Forty-nine!

The same forty-nine.

Wooden carts on both sides.

Two black cursed dragons roared, as if competing with each other!

That scene was shocking!

"Eat it! reptiles...... Eat it!"

"Don't you like it? don't you want to eat it when you kneel and lick it!"

"You can't stop your treatment!

The man gripped the dark dish and roared.

In front of his wooden cart, there were few people.

There were only a few figures left.

A scrawny man, trembling and clutching the man's rice bowl.

Inside, the black dark cuisine is rolling......

It seemed to be wriggling......

The scrawny figure glanced at the hideous, roaring man.

glanced at the distance again, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was expressionless with a bean paste bun......

This scrawny man's heart, which has been silent for countless years, suddenly became hot for some reason!

The man, clutching the bowl full of dark dishes, glanced at the man.

He jerked to his feet.

The thin body suddenly became as magnificent as a towering mountain!

The scrawny man grabbed the bowl and slammed it to the ground.

His eyes were red, his neck was cranked, and he let out a roar......

It was a cry from the soul!

"How dare you yell at me!!"

The man clenched his fists and went crazy with rage!

The scrawny man kicked the bowl on the ground, and then raised his head and walked towards the wooden cart in a majestic manner!

Bang dang, bang dang!

In this moment.

The man heard only a crumbling sound.

Those people rebelled......

It was as if all the strength of the man had been stripped away......

He staggered back and fell on the wooden cart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood...... For a chef, there may be only ...... Diners are the most important thing.

The scrawny man grabbed the bean paste bag handed over by Bu Fang.

Gobbling it up stuffed into his mouth.

Rumble!!!!

A loud dragon roar rang out.

The cursed dragon of the wooden cart broke through in an instant...... Fifty zhang!